Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

After Li Yunlong arrived at Guanjianao Arsenal, he quickly cleared out the remaining enemies. Seeing that Chen Yan was seriously injured, he and Zhao Gang immediately took people to the headquarters hospital.

"Signalman, send a message to the headquarters saying that Chen Yan is dying, and send someone to pick him up immediately."

"Report to the deputy commander, the two signalmen are almost dead, the telegraph machine has been blown up, and we can't get in touch with the headquarters."

"Oh shit."

Li Yunlong carried Chen Yan on his back and ran out without stopping, muttering:

"Chen'er, you can't die, you must live. Hold on, the independent regiment can't do without you as the helmsman."

At this time, Zhao Gang still maintained his rationality:

“Li San, take the people from the special operations battalion and follow the commander to provide protection.

Where is the medic? MD, where are the people? ".

"Report to the political commissar, I'm here."

"How many cardiac stimulants do we have left?"

"Well, there are two more."

“Okay, take everything with you and follow the captain and the others.

You have to remember, if someone is about to collapse halfway, give him a shot of cardiac stimulant.

Anyone in our group can die, except the group leader."

"But... Political Commissar, the commander is in very poor health. I'm afraid that if he is given a shot of cardiac stimulant based on his physical condition..."

With a "slap", Zhao Gang gave a loud slap in the face.

"I'm afraid your mother is next door. If anything happens, I will take responsibility.

There is no other way now, just do your job well."

The medical soldier was still a young man. At this moment, he ran towards Li Yunlong with a feeling of grievance.

The armory is now under the overall management of Zhao Gang.

"Everyone listen carefully. First check the casualties and take away the living ones. Then clean up the battlefield. We only have one hour, and then the entire regiment must retreat quickly."

There was no other way. In that era when communications were underdeveloped, Li Yunlong could only rely on his two legs to race against life.

The monk walked quickly and went to inform the headquarters to prepare for the corresponding reception. The others took turns carrying Chen Yan and ran back.

Although Chen Yan was already unconscious, his faint breathing was still there, but he was exhaling but not inhaling.

Accompanying medical staff: "The commander is dying, his pulse has almost stopped."

Li Yunlong was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked someone to put Chen Yan on the ground. The bad news that he least wanted to hear finally came.

Li Yunlong roared helplessly: "What should I do now?"

"I...I don't know."

Li Yunlong grabbed the medical staff's collar and said, "MD, you don't know? You must know now."

The medical staff were in a panic and their minds were in a mess.

He trembled as he took out two cardiac stimulants and said, "The political commissar said that if the patient is dying, he should be given a cardiac stimulant.

But... I don’t dare, I’m afraid of being beaten to death by the group leader."

Li Yunlong grabbed the cardiac stimulant and said, "MD, you coward, let me do it, tell me where to inject it?"

After one injection, Chen Yan's condition did not improve and his life force was still gone.

Everyone's faces turned pale, and a gloomy mood gradually spread among the crowd.

At this time, Li Yunlong took out the second cardiac stimulant and looked at the unconscious Chen Yan with heartbreaking eyes.

"You can't die."

Before the medical staff could stop him, Li Yunlong stabbed again.

The medical staff quickly took the patient's pulse.

It's over. A good man will die instantly after two injections.

Suddenly, the medical staff's eyes lit up and they shouted excitedly:

"It's a miracle that the person is alive."

Li Yunlong tore off the clothes on Chen Yan's chest and listened to his heart.

The faint "gulp" sound is simply the most beautiful note at this moment.

He seemed to be exhausted, and said with all his strength:

"You guys take your men and continue running back first."

On the other side, the monk ran all the way to the headquarters. The guards were shocked to see him in tattered clothes and covered in blood.

This doesn't look like the Eighth Route Army at all.

"Comrade, which unit are you from?"

The monk was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He knocked the guard down with one punch and rushed in like crazy. The guards shouted that something was wrong, loaded their bullets, and immediately chased after him.

Since last night, Chen Yan's telegraph machine was damaged and he lost contact with the headquarters. The scouts sent out by the headquarters have received no news since then.

The commander sat in the command center sighing, staring at the position of Guan Jianao on the battle map.

Hearing the gunshots, the commander immediately became nervous and asked, "Where are the guns coming from?"

At this time, Monk Wei stumbled in and fell to the ground.

"Report... Report to the commander, I am Wei Dayong from the independent regiment, and our commander is dying."

"What???".

A month later, the operations room of the Eighth Route Army headquarters was filled with joy and the atmosphere of the Lunar New Year was in full swing.

The commander, the chief of staff and the commander of the 129th Division sat around the stove eating roasted sweet potatoes.

The chief of staff said with a flushed face: "The Hundred Regiments Campaign we launched last year dealt a heavy blow to the enemy's arrogance, not only paralyzing the main transportation lines of the Japanese army in North China, but also conquering many strongholds of the Japanese and puppet troops, further expanding the anti-Japanese base area.

In particular, the independent regiment fully demonstrated the combat effectiveness of our army in joint operations with the national army.

I heard that even Boss Jiang was dumbfounded by the battle of the Independent Regiment at Guanjia Nao, and couldn't believe that such a record could be achieved."

The commander of the 129th Division pushed up his glasses and took a sip of tea.

"Well, the independent regiment did a great job in this battle. According to statistics, the independent regiment successively faced 4000 Japanese troops and almost completely wiped out the enemy in the entire battle.

"I'm afraid Boss Jiang must be regretting his decision now. First, Little Chen, who carried Zhongzheng's name on his shoulders, was doing very well here. Now there's Chen Yan, who came from the Military Control Commission. I don't understand why Boss Jiang, who is so rich, can't retain his talent.

"Hahaha...".

At this time, the commander of the 386th Brigade rubbed his hands, walked into the operations room, and took a deep breath:

"Leaders, today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. What are you planning to eat?"

The commander said with a smile: "I just mentioned you, and here you are."

"Talking about me? What are you talking about me!"

When they looked at each other, they all burst into laughter.

The commander joked, "It's nothing, you are the best among all the soldiers.

Others carried Zhongzheng on their backs when they went to war, but you carried Zhongzheng himself on your back."

The brigade commander didn't know how to answer and just smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"By the way, how is the independent regiment doing now?"

"It's OK. In the last battle, there were only about 600 people left in the entire regiment. It happened to be the New Year, so I let them rest on their own.

However, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang went to the field hospital every other day, and the independent regiment was almost like a wild child, and no one cared about it."

"Well, they made contributions in the last battle, so let them be.

You guys go to the cafeteria first. The chief of staff and I have something to talk about.

By the way, send someone to arrest that bastard Chen Yan. I heard that he has been flirting with the girls in the hospital every day since the day he was able to move. I think he is almost recovered. Today is a holiday, let him accompany me for a drink tonight."

After a few people left, the commander took out an appointment with a red stamp from the Northern Bureau.

The chief of staff smiled meaningfully: "Coming down?"

"Well, it's coming down."

The commander pushed the chief of staff in front of him:

"You can announce this appointment later."